"It can't be fought!"
With the human race bringing out an Imperial Weapon as well, the chances of a battle breaking out were slim. This was not an uninhabited region. Aside from the several hundred thousand human soldiers, there were also several hundred thousand demon troops.
Moreover, there were Demon Race cities within tens of thousands of miles, and no few living beings dwelled there.
Of course, it was not that Yuan Jiuling was kindhearted or compassionate toward all living things. Rather, if such devastation were caused, the human race's Martial Emperors would certainly hold someone accountable.
At that point, the war would no longer be limited to those below the Saint Realm. An imperial-level battle might even erupt.
"He slaughtered our Demon Race's Great Saints with an Imperial Weapon secret art. He must die!"
Yuan Jiuling pointed his crimson-gold staff at Wei Fan, his face brimming with killing intent.
"It was you beasts who broke the rules and used Imperial Weapon secret arts first. Only then did Wei Ran use a secret art to blast them to death. They brought about their own destruction. If you do not believe it, ask the Demon Saints who survived."
The middle-aged man gripping a battle halberd spoke coldly, neither servile nor overbearing.
When the secret arts had clashed earlier, the flesh on both his hands had been shattered away, leaving only white bone. Though they had recovered somewhat by now, they were still a bloody mess.
Xuanyuan Changkong and the other Great Saint were in much the same state.
Yuan Jiuling's expression turned ugly. So many Demon Saints had died, including three members of his Heaven Shaking Sacred Ape Clan. Yet so many Great Saint-level Demon Saints had needed to use an Imperial Weapon secret art to kill someone who had only